beautiful brother on top

i'm different from you

The one who opened his mouth on the top of Chicheng Mountain naturally wanted to go up first.

The new head didn't take Wen Can seriously at all, and wanted to assign a random disciple to fight Wen Can, and also show off Chicheng Mountain's prestige by the way, but after much deliberation, he decided to do it himself and make a quick decision.

Wen Can moved his wrist, neither of them paid attention to the other, but compared to the new head's arrogant attitude, with his eyes above the top, Wen Can didn't show it, and his eyes were always flat.

The new head, Wen Can, had heard of it before.After the death of the old master, Chicheng Mountain was in chaos. Because of its rich background, it became a big piece of fat in the eyes of other immortal sects. Even the disciples in their own sect stared at the position of the master. Later, things got too big. It was Yun Bingrong who came out of the mountain in person to deal with it on behalf of Xianmeng.

The young head in front of him was elected by the entire Chicheng Mountain after Yun Bingrong went to preside over the overall situation.

It is said that he is the youngest junior of the old head, named Qiu Shan, and Xiu is not bad, originally he was only the head of the peak according to his status, and he never wanted to become the new head.

Seeing Wen Can nodding politely at him, Qiu Shan became even more contemptuous, thinking that he could defeat Wen Can without drawing his sword, and at least he was a generation higher than Wen Can, so he couldn't bully the young people too much.

So he said: "For the sake of Qingxuan Mountain, why not do this, I will let you do ten moves first, and then do it again, so it can't be said that the head is bullying the junior, right?"

Wen Can nodded, Qiu Shan is the junior junior brother of the old head, he can be regarded as the same generation as the elders of Qingxuan Mountain, he is indeed a junior.

Since this is the case, shouldn't he also respect his elders?

Wen Can responded obediently: "Then I would like to thank Head Qiu, ten moves are enough."

Enough for him to kill this person's arrogance quietly.

Before Qiu Shan understood what he meant, she thought that Wen Can was really thanking herself for letting him save face, but Wen Can had already drawn his sword.

The pure black long sword was held by his side, the hilt was engraved with exquisite black patterns, as if it had an inexplicable ability to attract, looking at the Miexie sword, Qiu Shan suddenly felt his blood spurting out.

Before anyone could speak again, Qiu Shan impatiently stepped forward with his sword in hand, a sharp cold light flashed in front of Wen Can's eyes, and he turned around to avoid it.

Wen Can didn't make the first three moves, and the sword fell to his side, and he was dexterously circling around. He didn't even see how his steps were walking, and he was already hiding.

Someone in the crowd laughed and said: "I heard that the second son of the Wen family is of mediocre cultivation and not good at swordsmanship, but it seems that the lightness kung fu of escaping is good at learning. Master Wen has always been staunch, and he will fight to the end when encountering the enemy. Who did you learn from?"

"Perhaps he is self-taught. This second young master can even control a magic sword. How can he be an ordinary person?"

After all, all the people from the Immortal Sect laughed, as if this was a rare event.

The head of Fang Yan didn't respond, his eyes followed Wen Can's figure all the time, and he could see with a clear eye that he had no intention of making a move, and he felt more and more wrong in his heart.

Although he is not very clear about the skills of the new head of Chicheng Mountain, he will not be stronger than him. Even he has suffered under Wen Can's hands, let alone these young people.

Moreover, Wen Can's strength is definitely not limited to this, if they are singled out, their chances of winning are not great.After thinking about it, Fang Yan seemed to suddenly understand Wen Can's intentions.

But what he couldn't understand was that Wen Can was clearly capable of fighting, so why hasn't he made a move yet?

Here, Qiu Shan's sword energy approached step by step, and Wen Can's evasive steps stopped suddenly. When counting to the fifth move, the hilt of the sword was suddenly raised, and the blade was lucky enough to meet Qiu Shan's sharp edge, blocking it go back.

Qiu Shan was shaken away, and took several steps back one after another, almost missing his blow.

Qiu Shan looked at him in disbelief, and felt that the other sect leaders were whispering. He suddenly felt embarrassed, and his blood surged up. After losing two moves in a row, he completely lost his composure.

Wen Can took advantage of the victory to pursue, and the tenth move went straight to the throat. The set of movements was smooth and smooth, without any hesitation.

The point of the sword was facing Qiu Shan's throat, as long as he took another step forward, Wen Can could make him see blood and seal his throat.

He twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "Ten. Exactly ten strokes, head Qiu, I have accepted."

Except for Fang Yan, the head of the sect, no one could have imagined that Qiu Shan would lose, and they didn't even see how Qiu Shan lost.

He obviously suppressed Wen Can at the beginning, so why did Wen Can win within ten moves?Shouldn't it be the last to release the water?

Then someone laughed and said, "Master Qiu, what kind of account are you talking about? If you give up ten moves, you will admit defeat within ten moves? It's really unheard of."

Qiu Shan's face turned black into a paste. Not only did he lose to an idiot in public, but he was also teased by these people that he lost on purpose. Isn't this a slap in the face.

Qiu Shan asked: "Wen Yijun, what kind of sorcery are you practicing? How could it be possible... How could it be possible to improve so quickly?"

The most important thing is that even he himself doesn't know which move he lost from, and he has nothing to refute when others ridicule him.

Wen Can didn't answer, and someone spoke for him: "I think it's Mr. Qiu, you are confused, or is it that Chi Chengshan's ability is nothing more than that. He just played a few tricks to make it look better, so Mr. Qiu bowed down." gone?"

After being ridiculed by Yin and Yang, Qiu Shan took a deep breath and said angrily, "Master He's words are easy to say, if Master He thinks that Qiu lost on purpose, he can do it himself."

Who knew that Fang He was the one who was waiting for his words, and immediately responded: "I will come, I will come, I just don't believe it, a mere brat, but he has only practiced for more than a year, how can he be worth it?" Decades of practice in Xianmen."

After all, the man flew towards Wen Can with a long knife in his hand, Wen Can leaned back and retreated, and Sect Leader He hit the air with one blow and struck again with a knife, knocking Wen Can back again and again.

Wen Can bent over and was able to continue, Head He flew up into the air and slashed downwards violently. The huge spiritual power formed an overwhelming net, covering Wen Can in it.

Before he had time to move, suddenly a skeleton hand stretched out from the hill under his feet, tightly grabbing one of Head He's feet, and pulling it down firmly.

Headmaster He gathered all his strength to deal with Wen Can, and slapped Wen Can with his backhand, but was backlashed by the evil spirit of the skeleton hand, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The blood was spreading, the evil spirit smelled, the mound under the feet seemed to be ready to move, and pale bones rose up from the churning loose mud, causing the crowd to scatter in panic.

But as if they were just scaring people, they popped up and then disappeared, as if they had never appeared before.

Immortals present at the scene immediately became vigilant, head He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said: "What the hell is this, Wen Yijun, your cultivation base is invincible, and you want to use this kind of indiscriminate method to plot against I am really ashamed of the Immortal Sect, and I have completely lost the face of Qingxuan Mountain!"

The black air clenched around Sect Master He's ankle has not yet dissipated, and everyone is watching. Seeing that Wen Can did not speak, someone said: "Wen Yijun, what else do you have to explain? With so many eyes watching, you dare to do evil things under my nose?"

Wen Can said: "I didn't call this skeleton man."

"It's not who you are, the Miexie Sword is in your hands, who else can control this demonic sword and summon the evil spirits out?" The man pointed at him viciously, as if Wen Can was some sinful evil spirit monster.

Hearing this, everyone pointed their swords at Wen Can vigilantly, even stronger than when they came to chase him just now, wishing to get rid of him and hurry up.

The two sides were deadlocked, the quiet wind blowing, and no one dared to make a move first, lest the other party jump over the wall in a hurry and be caught in a deadly situation.

Wen Can knew what was going on in his heart, but he couldn't say it out. The Miexie sword was in his hand. If he hadn't been able to spare time to summon Yaoxie when he was dealing with Sect Leader He, there would be only one person.

But everyone knew that Yun Zhao was dead, his soul was suppressed in the forbidden area of ​​Qingxuan Mountain, and he would never be able to reappear in this world. Even if he said it was Yun Zhao, no one would believe him.

Right now, no one would believe his words anymore, and his game was completely disrupted.

Damn it, Yun Zhao is willing to give up only when he clearly wants to drag him to hell together.

Just when the two sides were at a stalemate, a palm wind from nowhere pushed one of the immortal disciples out, and the shining sword pierced his eyes.

It was already a tense atmosphere, and everyone tensed up. As soon as the disciple went out, the surroundings suddenly became chaotic, and everyone shouted slogans to encircle and suppress Wen Can.

For a while, the sound of swords and swords clashed one after another, forming a heavy symphony.

Wen Can was tired of dealing with so many people, he had no chance of winning, and he was injured before, so he was beaten and retreated after dozens of moves.

The whistling wind blew past his ears, with a trace of familiar demonic energy in it, Wen Can's mind was buzzing, and he could only hear that lazy voice, laughing at him contemptuously.

"Did you see? In their eyes, you are just like an ant. You come when you use it, and you go away as soon as you use it."

"Wen Yijun, wake up, you are nothing without the "Santongqi" and the Miexie Sword. Put away your compassion, these people treat you like this, you still have to say let them go Well, when they want to kill you, they won't be as merciful as you are."

The sharp long sword pierced through Cangye, Wen Can could only feel the sound was harsh, and the crowd seemed to be getting more and more in the scuffle. Looking around, he was completely surrounded by the sword light, leaving no way out.

Wen Can swallowed the fishy sweetness in her throat, panting heavily: "Is this the result you want?"

Yun Zhao's shady figure fell outside the crowd, and no one could see it except Wen Can, but his voice echoed in his ears, piercing like a magic voice.

"Isn't that good? Since you can't be hard-hearted, let me help you."

"Come on, use all your cultivation bases to inspire the ability to participate in the fellowship, these people deserve to die, you should let them all go to hell!"

Wen Can was distracted for a moment, and his outer shirt was cut by the long sword, and blood gushed out immediately, staining the gown red, and after a few moves, he lost the strength to resist, and leaned on the ground with the hilt of the sword.

Gently wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth, Wen Can said word by word: "I said, I'm different from you."

Yun Zhao suddenly turned cold: "Okay, since you are so ignorant, don't blame my subordinates for being merciless."

After all, a mist rose around the crowd, Yun Zhao's figure had disappeared, and Wen Can spat out a mouthful of blood, spilling it on the scorched ground.